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      “ woah, woah, woah!   back the hell up there, missy! ”     to you it was nothing major.   some cuts and scrapes to pair along with your typical dishevelled appearance.  dirt and mud stain your shorts and button-up shirt, a few tears don your attire.   was this not how you appeared on the regular? as if today was any different.    you’d come straight from the barrens, enough time spent running from bowers’ gang and just enough time to look like you’ve crawled your way from hell itself. 

                       ❛   you certainly  don’t  expect to be found by the punch bowl at a students’ mixer,  you see.  they’re usually  clamouring  to meet you for a leg up in a field they don’t  understand,  while the professors  ––––––––   ❜     a gesture to the glass of wine,  in hand,  on the university’s budget.  maybe it’s no donut and cup of tea,  eating into the work hours they’ve all come to dread on mondays;  maybe it’s not even a good wine one gets from the back of a cellar,  on a hard day;  even so,  she’ll not decline a good excuse to get a comfortable car ride home.     ❛   but,  while you’re here,  i’ll help any way i can.   ❜

                     ❛   i’m only glad my mother isn’t here to see the music dream be  possible,  miss walls.  don’t think my fingers would survive the night once we returned home.   ❜     and there’s the vulnerable offer of a hand,  on its cue,  in her professional kindness.  (  some part of her thinks that sarah had  known  to suck her in with a little bit more inconsequential fun,  for the evening;  some part of her knows it’s more to do with setting jaime up with more than tripod,  in her home,  curled up by the fire by a tiny netflix screen.  )  dr. tam is nothing but a host to be modelled:  the chapel around them warrants it,  for certain.     

❛   it was ... marvellous.   ❜

                       ❛   ––––––––  no.  i  haven’t  gone full bond––and––q,  though they’ve asked.  can’t quite tempt me out of the office with the promise of a pretty woman and a minted umbrella with  bullets.   ❜     and,  for the touch of seriousness:  it brings no smile to her lips,  behind the tea.  even with the spoils of home,  she’s surrounded by  america;  all around,  with the threat of enemies she’s held at her arm’s length,  well-rooted in the agencies she’s happened  not  to cross.  SHIELD  isn’t her favourite;  this is simply the best link she’s found in the arsenal,  and she doesn’t fancy herself filed under a full,  real name.  (  moriarty,  perhaps;  darling,  perhaps;  perhaps even  baker,  from the somerset hack of 2008.  )

❛   this  is a personal favour.   ❜

                      ❛   ... i suppose it’s  good  the americans care so much for the victims they can’t see,  all the way out in london.   ❜     bitter,  bitter,  bitter,  like the shite coffee she’s picked up from some incompetent trainee at a train station’s  nero.  just as artificial;  just as  falsely  invested in the case as any of the other professors who worry for their missing students,  while she has the officer in her company.     ❛   when my father and mother died,  the police could have never held a candle to an enterprise like this.   ❜

❛   should i be popping the champagne for my luck ?   ❜